The mystery of women can be summed up through,
The contents of her handbag revealed only to you,
Pull back the zip, hidden treasures inside,
What will she leave out, she couldn't decide,
The first item found was attached to a chain,
Keys of all sorts never two the same,
A compact with mirror for make-up reflection,
And a personal alarm for her protection,
Her wallet bulges full of notes and loose change,
Not all notes are money, but receipts to arrange,
Bankcards aplenty, some stamps and a list,
Used tickets, old photo, is there anything I've missed?
Sunglasses and spectacles, nail clippers and brush,
Several lipsticks and make-up to add to the crush,
Phone numbers in an address book, a mobile phone,
If you are kept in this handbag, your never alone,
Handbags are so heavy, it's a storage unit you see,
A portable conveyance to keep hand and mouth free,
I forgot one last item, it was hidden I think,
For down in a dark corner, Yes, It's the kitchen sink